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After scanning her contacts, she found Freddie. She’d dated her briefly before they agreed they’d be better off as friends, or rather, that their competing ambitions were incompatible.
Sylvie: Hey! Long time no see! Are you still writing for the New Times?
Freddie: Hey! Yeah, I am. What’s up?
Sylvie: I’m hoping to engage your investigative skills. I’ll pay for your time and expenses of course.
Freddie: What do you want to dig into???
Sylvie: I want to prove that the Machados were the ones that stole our recipes. . . To establish once and for all that WE are the aggrieved party.
Freddie: Haven’t you looked into this before and gotten nowhere? Memories fade after this long and that’s not taking into account the myths floating around both fams.
Sylvie: I looked, but I’m not a trained investigative reporter ;)
Freddie: Wow a winky face emoji? You’re really pulling out all the stops here, huh? LOL. I’m working on a long form piece right now, so I have bits of time here and there. I can’t promise quick results . . . or any results . . . but I’ll see what I can do.
After thanking Freddie and insisting that she bill her for her time, Sylvie tilted back in her chair and grinned. With any luck, she’d end the feud like her godmother suggested. She would expose the Machados for the thieving frauds they were.
